Gale in the Night

Written by: Benjamin Amsden

“There were silver sparrows
feeding in the shadows
of bricker-bracken
on fresh pine nuts
from an old hope chest’s cones

Theirs were waning wings
tarnished in the window
of a bricked-up build
with a china hutch
from an old age gone long

I came on haunting heels
creeping like a widow
of a blacked-out bond
who misses much
from an old age gone long

It’s all an adage gone wrong”


That’s how you sang 
like a gale in the night
and the stars met
that had been crying out for eons

I cut my hand 
on the feather in your hair
and the sun set
as a drop of blood into the ocean

I felt so sane
with an eye to your words
a striving get
for seeds still being sowen

I swear the wind has never blowen